The weather today was cloudy with occasional showers of rain which kept us all in
the house. I passed nearly the whole day in company with my Mother and endeavouring
to amuse her. To this end, I read a little more of the life of Columbus to her. She
seems to be recovering more rapidly. But occasionally I see a symptom which alarms
me more than I wish to say, and today, she had a violent one. Received a pleasant
letter from Abby who seems to desire my return almost as much as I wish it myself.
I did nothing today, and this perfect vegetation of existence is terrible to me, though
the course is now such as to be only in me the fulfilment of a duty.